Regina looked at me, and I held my breath. Finally, she nodded. “No way I let some fucking god take control of me or my wolf.”
I let out a long and shaking sigh.
My aunt crossed her arms and knotted her fingers in her shirt. “To cast a spell that large, we’ll need everyone here. I don’t think we’ll have the strength to keep maintaining the barrier after that.”
I shook my head. “We have to risk the barrier—it’s failing as it is. Even I can see that.”
Dark expressions shaded everyone’s faces except for my cousin’s, which sported a giant grin. “Okay, this is a batshit crazy plan, and there are major consequences if we fail—so I love it. However, there’s a big problem. This barrier keeps all magic out, not just his. If we leave the barrier up—which I highly fucking recommend—then we’ve got to go into the mist on the other side to cast the spell.”
Shit.
What we needed was a windstorm. Unfortunately, Neve wasn’t answering her calls, and I was pretty certain that the Order had their hands full with their barrier.
“Are any of your people really good with wind magic?” I asked.
Casey scratched his chin. “Yeah, I know a couple of folks who are windbags. What, we just fan the mist away and hope we don’t get overrun with wolves?”
“Yes.”
He looked to the others. “This sounds like a fucking fantastic way to die. I’m in.”
One by one, they all agreed.
Aunt Laurel touched my arm softly, compassion in her eyes. “I’m sorry that we have to do this. That you must carry this.”
I clenched my hand around Jaxson’s. “Don’t be. This is my fate. It always has been.”